Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Evan got off the train, and the conductor helped him carry his luggage out.
Evan nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally took out five shillings and handed it to the conductor. 

“Thank you.” Evan said gently. 

The conductor took Evan’s tip excitedly.
Just to carry the luggage, even a generous businessman would not have such a big hand. 

“Thank you, Mr.
Priest, you’re so kind, you must be a good priest.” The conductor was almost incoherent. 

There was a hint of regret in Evan’s expression, but in the end, he smiled slightly, “Thank you for your compliment.” 

He took his salute from the conductor and walked towards the platform.
Looking at a middle aged woman standing behind a pillar with a serious expression, Evan felt he must have found the right person. 

Evan strode up to the middle aged woman and said warmly, “Are you Mrs Sanders?” 

The middle aged woman had a rigid expression and the lines on her face made her look serious and inhumane.
She was wearing a long brown skirt.
She looked Evan up and down and said stiffly, “Yes”. 

Evan smiled gently, “Hello, I’m the new priest, Evan Bruce.” 

Mrs Sanders nodded quickly, her expression still did not improve, and said coldly, “I am Mrs Sanders, the parish secretary of Delanlier.
Welcome to Delanlier, Reverend Bruce.
There is another deacon waiting outside the station’s gate.
Please, come with me.” 

Evan nodded with a smile and said thank you.
They were about to go outside but heard Mrs Sanders say, “Reverend Bruce, please allow my offense.
At your annual salary of 400 pounds a year, next time you tip, keep it within a shilling or you’ll go bankrupt within a year.” 

Looking at Mrs Sanders’ cold face, Evan smiled with a little embarrassment.
Over half a year ago, he returned to England at the end of the 19th century overnight.
This had no less impact on him than life and death, not to mention these folk customs which he was more ignorant about.
It’s no wonder it was ugly now. 

“Your words are good words for me.
Thank you for your advice.” Evan said gently. 

Mrs Sanders raised the corners of her mouth quickly.
“Just don’t mind my offence.” 

After speaking, she turned and walked out of the station.
Evan didn’t dare to delay and quickly followed. 

The deacon who came to pick Evan was named George but he was a kid who had just graduated from college.
He had an ordinary appearance and had many freckles on the tip of his nose. 

George was a little embarrassed in front of Evan at first, but ten minutes after he got into the carriage, George completely opened the conversation.
Evan turned slightly to show that he was listening, but in fact, his mind had already flown 18,000 miles away. 

He had lived a good life as a playboy, but he came to this place overnight and became the assistant priest of a small church in the suburbs of London. 

Evan looked at the scenery of the English countryside outside the window and couldn’t help sighing.
If it wasn’t for this transfer, he wouldn’t have come to such a place.
Delanlier, a place that didn’t exist, exists in a book.
This place he came to is not only the England of the 19th century but also a world that exists in a book. 

In his topics of conversation, George has already talked about the development of Delanlier from the construction of trains.
You must know that Delanlier is not an unknown place.
Although it is just a town, this town is the fief of the famous Duke of  Wilson. 

Charles Krist, Duke of Wilson, whose ancestry can be traced back to the Middle ages.
His family is the oldest family in England.
His father had fought on the battlefield and was awarded the rank of General, and his mother was the cousin of the current king of England, Princess Margaret.
His illustrious background made him live like a king in the small town of Delanlier.
People worshipped him and admired him greatly and George was no exception. 

“The Duke has reached an agreement with the Congressman that Delanlier will also open a textile factory in the future.
Mr.
Priest, do you know that this will bring more than 1000 jobs to Delanlier? It will be more prosperous in the future.” The tip of George’s nose was flushed with excitement and he would have danced if he had not been sitting in the carriage. 

Evan’s expression changed slightly and he said warmly, “Oh? The duke you’re talking is Duke Wilson?” 

“Who else is there other than Duke Wilson? There is no second duke here.” George said jokingly. 

At this moment, Mrs Sanders coughed softly and George immediately put away his hippie smile.
He carefully glanced at Mrs Sanders who was sitting opposite him and didn’t dare to say a word again. 

Evan slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mrs Sanders sideways.
She still looked cold and dignified, the lines at the corners of her mouth became deeper. 

Evan lowered his head, looked at the Bible he had been in his hand and smiled softly. 

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Delanlier is not far from the train and they arrived there in only twenty minutes by carriage. 

The carriage crossed the